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Kara x Zephyrine
((Okay, so I've been wondering.... does Malachi like Emerson or is he just really creepy?))Bones growled and was about to move in and attack his father but before he could even move a step forward three men in black suits charged him and held up back. "Nice to see that you still can move without your posse" he said and glared at his father. "What are you doing here Marcus? You have no reason to be here, we broke up. " he said, talking about him and Emerson.
"Well there is the small fact that you've disgraced the family name" Marcus said with a smile and walked towards his son. "And the punishment for something like that is unfortunately death" he said with a smirk. "Though first I think we should pay the ex-girlfriend a visit, maybe kill your unborn children and well her before killing you. That should be fun.
"Go ahead I don't fucking care" Bones said and glared at him.
"We'll just see about that, then won't we" Marcus said, calling his bluff. "Come on boys we've got an angel to visit" he said and bragged Bones out of the house and moved to go To Emerson's.
((Ehh.. I was playing with that in my head too. I was just thinking that maybe he thinks he likes her and that she likes him, but he's just creepy-sick?))
Emerson recoiled at the repeated words of Bones, grinding her teeth together in anger. "You back off," she growled, shoving his hand off her stomach. "I'm not leaving with you."
"Why? There's no reason to stay, Emerson. He clearly doesn't love you, as I've been trying to tell you for a year now," Malachi sighed again, dragging his hands through his dark hair. Downstairs, Emerson heard a strange voice bellowing that 'they' had cleared the place to make sure no one was around.
"You're lying- Malachi, you haven't been around to know that. He loves me." Emerson took a deep breath and looked down at her dagger.
"Then maybe you are a stupid bitch," Malachi growled, grabbing Emerson's arm and dragging her down the stairs. The dagger slid quietly on the floor behind them, lifting barely off the floor to not make a noise.
Emerson recoiled at the repeated words of Bones, grinding her teeth together in anger. "You back off," she growled, shoving his hand off her stomach. "I'm not leaving with you."
"Why? There's no reason to stay, Emerson. He clearly doesn't love you, as I've been trying to tell you for a year now," Malachi sighed again, dragging his hands through his dark hair. Downstairs, Emerson heard a strange voice bellowing that 'they' had cleared the place to make sure no one was around.
"You're lying- Malachi, you haven't been around to know that. He loves me." Emerson took a deep breath and looked down at her dagger.
"Then maybe you are a stupid bitch," Malachi growled, grabbing Emerson's arm and dragging her down the stairs. The dagger slid quietly on the floor behind them, lifting barely off the floor to not make a noise.
((Got it. ))Marcus sensed there was more than one angel on the property before they even got all that close to it. He chuckled softly, "Either you've joined the other team or your girl has a few house guests." he said and looked back at Bones, who was hog tied and gagged in the back seat. There was also two other demons back there, making sure he wouldn't get away.
Bones struggled against the charmed ropes that held him, and angrily yelled at his father through the gag on is mouth.
Emerson let Malachi pull her along, meeting four big men and one woman, both demons and Angels and fallen in the living room. The knife flew into her free hand, holding it behind her back.
"The house was checked? One hundred percent?" Malachi confirmed, his grip tight on her arm. The crew nodded and Malachi huffed. "Good." Two other men led ahead of the angel and fallen, the other three heading the back.
"The house was checked? One hundred percent?" Malachi confirmed, his grip tight on her arm. The crew nodded and Malachi huffed. "Good." Two other men led ahead of the angel and fallen, the other three heading the back.
Marcus had his men pull to a stop at the end of the driveway before he climbed out. His men dragged Bones and and they they all snuck up to the house, sneaking into the back door before stopping in the kitchen. Marcus's men tossed Bones to the ground and left him there while they went to find the other angels.
"Hell hello, is anyone home?" Marcus called, planning on distracting the angels while his men killed them. Shouldn't be too hard, he only sensed about seven angels in total.
Emerson wondered how she was supposed to take out six rebels on her own when she turned her head to see a truck parked in the driveway. "Malachi, someone's in the house," said one of the demon rebels who had just come out of the house. "Someone powerful- but it isn't the boyfriend."
Malachi frowned, stopping in his tracks with Emerson on the sidewalk. "Well, take care of them. Now!" He shuffled off the woman and an angel rebel into the house.
Malachi frowned, stopping in his tracks with Emerson on the sidewalk. "Well, take care of them. Now!" He shuffled off the woman and an angel rebel into the house.
Marcus started to hear the sound of fighting and chuckled softly, "Guess my men found the angels" he said and peeked out the window. "Hmmm, time to move the party" he said and cut the ropes off of Bones, but kept a tight grip on him. He dragged his son outside and and stooped behind the angel holding Emerson. "I believe the pregnant bitch belongs to my son" Marcus and and forced Bones onto his knees, by breaking his legs.Bones squeezed his eyes shut as he feel to the ground, refusing to scream or make a noise what so ever.
A shudder felt through Emerson at the sound of Marcus' voice, and her hand trembled so bad she almost dropped the dagger. "She belongs to us," hissed Malachi, whirling himself and Emerson around. He stood face to face with Marcus, Emerson standing so that she almost wrapped her arm around Bones' head to hold him to her, but held back.
Marcus burst out laughing, almost having to double over he was laughing so hard, "I'm sorry I just really wasn't buying that, you want to try it again, made with a little more feeling" he said mockingly before starting to get serious. He sighed softly and snapped Bones neck before letting his drop to the ground. He knew the injury wouldn't kill him, it was just an easy way to enable him. "The girl belongs to my son, meaning she belongs to me." he said and took a step closer his eyes flashing black as his full power snapped out of him like a rubber band. "So hand her over before I decide to kill you along with all your men" he said with a smile. "Who my men are currently killing at this moment"
"Why would you want her? She's worth nothing." A huge lie, especially with the twins. The twins were worth more than Emerson and Bones combined. Tripled. Well, it depended on their abilities, but even weak, they would be armies by themselves, possibly.
Meanwhile, Emerson watched Bones with a careful eye, knowing he wasn't dead. The same thing had happened with the last visit from his father- he would make it. She tried to think of a plan, something quick.
Meanwhile, Emerson watched Bones with a careful eye, knowing he wasn't dead. The same thing had happened with the last visit from his father- he would make it. She tried to think of a plan, something quick.
Marcus smirked, "Well I'd like to torture my son and the best way to do that is kill her" he said and pointed at Emerson, "And those little rascals" he said and pointed to her stomach. "So kindly hand her over before I rip your face off and make you eat" he said, his voice getting more and more threatening by the second. Three of Marcus's men came out of the house and stood behind him. They were covered in blood, but still pretty much intact. "It's done" they said in unison. There were still two other demons fighting what angels there were left, but Malachi didn't know that.
Emerson swallowed, glancing back at the men who had come from inside her house. She bit her lip, making a split-second decision as Malachi was about to retort. The golden dagger flew from her hands, running its way through the throat of the first man before the second dodged, and it continued to chase him around, slashing at his face and clothing. Emerson did her best to not look strained, only watching the dagger issue with slight disinterest.
Marcus watched the dagger kill his men with the same amount of disinterest as Emerson. "Nice trick" he said and turned his gaze to Emerson. "Guess you're not very good at secure your prisoners" he said and chuckled softly before turning his gaze back to Malachi. "You're just a sorry excuse for an angel aren't you" he said and a second later his hand flashed out and grabbed the angel by the neck and pulled him close. "Surrender or die"
Emerson sighed quietly as the dagger finally found its place in the eye of the man, she returned her watch to Marcus and Malachi. Malachi, smooth as usually, rolled his eyes. "How about we play a game instead? If I win, I get Emerson and you keep Bones. You win, you have the pleasure of killing all of us. Either way, it benefits you."
Emerson looked down at Bones again and glanced at the truck in the driveway, just a few feet away. She wondered if she could get the two... Er, four of them there if Malachi and Marcus were distracted.
Emerson looked down at Bones again and glanced at the truck in the driveway, just a few feet away. She wondered if she could get the two... Er, four of them there if Malachi and Marcus were distracted.
Malachi narrowed his eyes for a moment before letting him go, "What did you have in mind?" he asked, though he really didn't plan on following the rules. Whether he won or lost he kind of planned on killing them all.
"Well, a mind game, of course, seeing as how neither of us know the other's abilities or powers. I'm Malachi, by the way." He held out his hand to shake but ended up just nicely patting Marcus' arm. "Have any certain way you would like to play? I'm even up for a game of trivia." He grinned teasingly, his teeth a white bean of light in the darkness. Emerson narrowed her eyes and looked back at the house, thinking she heard scuffles despite the bodyguards' words.
"Trivia, really what kind of pussy ass shit are you trying to pull" Marcus asked and chuckled softly. He looked between Emerson and Malachi for a moment before looking down at Bones for a moment and grinned, "But yeah, whatever, trivia it is" he said and looked back up at Malachi.Bones's fingers started to twitch slightly.
"Okay..." Malachi had been joking but went on with the things coolly. "I'll give you a question and a four-answer choice, then you do the same, and we'll have.... Five rounds, okay? Okay." Malachi paused and looked over to the dead man, noting that the dagger was gone from his eye with a slight twitch of his lip. "Um... Give me the names of Emerson's sisters-" he had no idea she didn't have sisters, so he was just pulling this out of his ass. "A) Letitia and Marta. B) Allysta and Astrid. C) Cecilia and Eden. D) Marie and Dylan." He raised his eyebrows expectantly at Marcus.
Emerson looked down and breathed a sigh through her nose when she saw his finger twitch. Maybe, if he woke up soon, she could get the two of them out of there.
Emerson looked down and breathed a sigh through her nose when she saw his finger twitch. Maybe, if he woke up soon, she could get the two of them out of there.
Marcus smiled, "Trick question" he said and looked over at Emerson, "Bitch doesn't have any sisters" he said and looked over at Malachi. "I did some every extensive research while searching for the two lovebirds. Tortured and killed hundreds of angels to find out more about our little Emmy" he said with a smile. "And I found out that she's an only child" he said. Bones' eyes fluttered open and he resisted the urge to groan as he looked at the scene before him.
Emerson fought back any expression when she realized Marcus didn't know about her brothers. She tightened her grip on the dagger when she heard a a door creaking open, but it must have been the back door because it wasn't the one they were at. "Good job!" Malachi congratulated Marcus, even clapping his hands a little. "Now for your turn." Emerson looked down at Bones but quickly looked away after seeing his eyes.
"Who is Bones's best friend?" Marcus asked and thought a moment before giving options. "A.) Doc, B.) Jonson, C.) Rattler, or D.) Machete" he asked. He really didn't know if the Rattler guy was his best friend, but he'd accept that as a correct answer. Or he'd cheat and say no, not matter what.
Malachi paused in thought but remembered one name from his stalking over the past couple days. "Rattler," he answered haughtily. "My turn. Who was Emerson with before Bones?" He was pretty sure Marcus wouldn't be able to answer that one, but he wasn't positive. "A) Theo. B) Shane. C) Kylist. D) Rowan."
Emerson looked down at Bones again before toying with the handle of her dagger, watching the rebel and demon carefully.
Emerson looked down at Bones again before toying with the handle of her dagger, watching the rebel and demon carefully.
Marcus was already starting to get sick of this game and was definitely ready to start killing people. Despite that though he decided to answer the question anyway, "Rowan" he guessed because he really had no idea. Before Malachi even had time to gloat about being right Rattler transported up behind him and snapped the angels neck. He didn't know if it would kill him, but it would knock him out for a second or two.
Bones took that as his que and shot to his feet and ran at Marcus, but stopped dead in his tracked before he reached him, slowly looking down to find Marcus's hand lodge into his chest. He started gagging, choking on his own blood as he started to cough it up.
"Game over" Marcus said with a smirk before ripping his hand out of Bones's chest, pulling his heart out along with it. He then looked over at Emerson and smiled, "Hey sweetheart, want a little momento to remember him by" he asked and tossed her the heart. "He gave his heart after all. I'm sure he'd want you to have it" he said before transporting out, deciding to let Emerson live for now. Plus he didn't really want to go up against the charm demon by himself.
A scream of horror rippled from Emerson's lips as her hands shook with Bones' heart in them. Her mouth was open in shock until a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she saw Rattler. She dropped down next to Bones, holding the heart as if it were the most fragile thing she had ever held. With her hands shaking still, she looked back to Rattler with a pleading look. "Can- can you?" She didn't finish, but held up the heart, looking back down at Crispin.
Rattler shook his head slightly and moved away from Malachi and over to Emerson, "No sorry" he said and knelt down next to her. "I don't know that spell" he said and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "and you wouldn't want me too anyway, he wouldn't be the same person" he said and sighed softly. "He'd be exactly like Marcus, and about ten times worse"
"You don't- he wouldn't." Still, Emerson looked from the heart to the hole in Bones' chest. She took a shaky breath and, before Rattler could say something else, quickly placed the heart back in place. Nothing happened, and Emerson's shoulders shook. She screamed, leaning over Bones and cupping his face in her hands.
"Emerson, we have to get out of here before Malachi wakes up" Rattler said and looked around for a moment before sighing softly. He knew she was gone to the world at the moment so he just put a hand on her back and one of Bones arm and teleported out of the yard and into his basement. He would have just teleported them into his living room, but he didn't want blood on his carpet, he just put it in.Rattler watched Emerson for a moment, "If you really want it, I can probably find someone to bring him back, but you can't be there when it happens"
If Emerson hadn't been coming aware of the new surroundings and the wiggling of her babies at the teleportation, she probably wouldn't have heard Rattler. But she did, and she shot to her feet as fast as a pregnant one could, searching Rattler's face to see if he was lying. "You- do it, I'll leave now." She paused, though, furrowing her brows. "Why do I have to go?"
"Because I don't know how to do it" Rattler said with a small sigh, "But I know someone who does, and she hates angels" he said and looked over at Emerson. "She's also kind of in love with Bones, and she's already tried to kill you once" he said.
Emerson swallowed, immediately knowing who he was talking about. She paused before signing, feeling bad that any small part of her had resisted. "I'll leave now," she murmured, looking down at Bones. She wasn't sure if she would even see him again, but she didn't allow herself to doubt and stand over him any longer. She looked around the room before turning back to Rattler. "Will you teleport me out of here?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Rattler nodded slightly and took her hand before teleporting her out of his house and into some random town in Tennessee. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, talking about bringing Bones back. "He's not going to be the same person. They never are when they are brought back" he said and sighed softly. "Trust me on that"
Emerson didn't hesitate, looking down at her stomach. "I'm positive." She looked around before back at Rattler with a small sigh. "Just... Let me know when it's done, okay?"
Rattler sighed, "It's not a good idea, but okay" he said and nodded slightly before teleporting back to his place. He cleaned up the place a bit, making a few arrangements before calling Abby.
Emerson stood in the street for a little while, not exactly sure what she was supposed to do while she waited. At least she was still dressed- she hadn't bothered with pajamas after her fight with Crispin the day before. She walked around the biggish downtown for a little while before popping into a book shop that reminded her of her own shop from back before Bones, minus the stock difference.
Rattler had to do some convincing but Abby did eventually show up at his place. She set up the basement with a bunch of candles and started doing the spell, trying call Crispin's spirit back into his body. After hours of chanting and making potions still nothing happened, not even a twitch or anything. "Sorry Rattler but I got nothing" she said and slowly stood up. The fact that he wasn't coming back starting to hit her too. "This has never happened before" she whimpered.Rattler frowned and walked over to give her a hug.
Marcus laughed softly as he walked through his house and down to the basement. His basement was like a labyrinthine a bunch of different hallways leading to different torture rooms and or dungeon like rooms. He had several different people being tortured in every room right now, their screams music to his ears. At this moment though he had one person he was interested in seeing, mostly to gloat, and then maybe a little torture. He walked down several different hallways before coming to the room he wanted. He walked in and smiled at the man laying on his floor. "I gotta say it went better then expected." he said and closed he door behind him. "My man did a wonderful job, I'll really miss having him work for me" he said and knelt down next to the man. He grabbed him by a tuft of his curly hair and jerked his head up, forcing him to look at him. "Everyone things your dead now son. You're mine" he said and chuckled softly.
((Um so I was either thinking of Emerson going into labor now or actually finding one of her brothers and I think the latter is a better idea... Opinion?))
((Great! :D))
After a couple hours of roaming the book stacks, Emerson's anxiety level was high. What was going on with Bones? Was he really dead? No, she figured if that was the case Rattler would tell her... Unless this had just been a thought-out ploy to get her and the babies our of her hair.
She shoved that thought away as quickly as possible. Crispin wasn't weak. He wouldn't hurt her like that. Which meant... He really was dead. Her lips quivered and she turned to look emptily at a shelf next to her. A moment later she jumped when she heard a wary, "Emerson?"
She slowly turned, her eyes wide. She had expected some angel or demon or rebel scum, but what she saw was comprised of none of them.
"Cal?" Emerson's voice was quiet, and she immediately felt his eyes dart to her baby belly, at which she resisted sighing. It was honestly the worst possible time to be due with a baby, let alone two.
Callaghan, her oldest brother, looked from her stomach and searched her face again. "What are you-?" He stopped and stepped towards her, lightly brushing his hand against her arm, seemingly trying to figure out if she was really there. A wide grin spread over his face but quickly left. "Come with me," he said, and since she had no other place to go in the case Bones was dead, she nodded and let him lead her out of the shop.
After a couple hours of roaming the book stacks, Emerson's anxiety level was high. What was going on with Bones? Was he really dead? No, she figured if that was the case Rattler would tell her... Unless this had just been a thought-out ploy to get her and the babies our of her hair.
She shoved that thought away as quickly as possible. Crispin wasn't weak. He wouldn't hurt her like that. Which meant... He really was dead. Her lips quivered and she turned to look emptily at a shelf next to her. A moment later she jumped when she heard a wary, "Emerson?"
She slowly turned, her eyes wide. She had expected some angel or demon or rebel scum, but what she saw was comprised of none of them.
"Cal?" Emerson's voice was quiet, and she immediately felt his eyes dart to her baby belly, at which she resisted sighing. It was honestly the worst possible time to be due with a baby, let alone two.
Callaghan, her oldest brother, looked from her stomach and searched her face again. "What are you-?" He stopped and stepped towards her, lightly brushing his hand against her arm, seemingly trying to figure out if she was really there. A wide grin spread over his face but quickly left. "Come with me," he said, and since she had no other place to go in the case Bones was dead, she nodded and let him lead her out of the shop.
Rattler popped back into that town in Tennessee and put his feelers to see where Emerson was. When he finally found her he smiled small and transported there, it was in the middle of a street, but he really didn't care. He saw her with another man but didn't think much of it and just walked up to her anyway. "Emerson, I'm sorry, but it didn't work" he said and frowned "Abby did everything she could but it just didn't work."
Cal looked like he was about to say something to Emerson when he paused, watching something. Emerson turned, her stomach twisting into a knot when she saw the look on Rattler's face as he approached her and her brother. At his words, she felt like she became dead to her surroundings, her hands numb. She didn't register Callaghan's question to Rattler, "Who's gone?"
"I'm sorry but was I talking to you" Rattler snapped, before going back to completely ignoring him and turning his attention back on Emerson. "Abby's planning a wake, you can come once everyone else is gone" he said and smiled sadly "I'll send you the info" he said before turning around to leave.
Although Cal felt like punching the demon-aura scented stranger, Cal looked down at his sister and saw a blank look on her face, although her eyes were shiny. He took the cue and wrapped his arms around her, being reminded of her as a kid when she buried her face in his chest and started sobbing -minus the hugely pregnant belly.
Ratter sighed softly and left, transporting back to his house as he started getting everything ready for the wake. It wasn't unusual for demons to do this sort of thing, it was a sign of respect, and a lot of demons feared and respected Bones. Marcus smiled coldly before cutting a huge gash in Bones’s arm. Then a moment later he shoved his hand in the wound and his fingers fished around of the ulna. When he found it, he wrapped her fingers around the bone and then with a hard yank ripped it out of Bones’s arm. Then he threw it aside and shoved his hand back in his arm. She found the radius and ripped that one out as well. She did the same to the arm.
Bones remained quiet until Marcus ripped the bone out of his arm. The growing back of a limp hurt worse then the actually being ripped off part. And this hurt even more then that. The bones slowly etching themselves back, growing through the flesh that closed in where they should have been.
Marcus started humming to himself as he cut a gash into Bones’s thigh and then shoved his hand in the wound. He again fished around for the bone. When he found it he ripped it out and did the to the other leg. Bones again screamed during this part.
Marcus the knife onto the table and picked up a blow torch. He turned it on, still humming, and brought the flashes to the still healing gash on his right arm.
Marcus continued to hum as he went from wound to wound burning Bones’s flesh. After a while he put the blow torch on the table, and picked up a spanish spider off the table. He quickly heated the claws with the blow torch. Then he clamped it down on Bones’s now very fleshy and boneless thigh, and ripped the flesh away.
After a while of standing on the street, Cal made the move to start walking his sister away from the roaming eyes. His house wasn't too far away, but with her resistance to moving much at all, it took them twenty minutes to his front porch. He got her in the house and sat her down on his couch, at which she curled up and continued to cry, although it slowly turned to whimpering as Callaghan went to go get tea for her.
When he came back and sat down next to her, she curled to he side and sat her head in his lap, at which he began to play with her hair like he used to.
Over the rest of the day and middle of the night, Emerson mustered through telling Callaghan the entire story. He seemed upset, though she couldn't tell through her blubbering if it was out of sympathy or annoyance of her stupidity or the fact that he found himself with his baby sister, whom he hadn't seen in decades, pregnant with the twins of a demon prince.
Hell, it could have been all of that and more.
When he came back and sat down next to her, she curled to he side and sat her head in his lap, at which he began to play with her hair like he used to.
Over the rest of the day and middle of the night, Emerson mustered through telling Callaghan the entire story. He seemed upset, though she couldn't tell through her blubbering if it was out of sympathy or annoyance of her stupidity or the fact that he found himself with his baby sister, whom he hadn't seen in decades, pregnant with the twins of a demon prince.
Hell, it could have been all of that and more.
Marcus used the Spanish spider on the other leg as well. Ripping a large chunk of flesh out. He threw the flesh to the side and set the Spanish spider back on the table. He stood next to it for a while humming, what sounded like "Glory to the New Born King" which was weird since it was a religious song and he was torturing some one. Marcus smiled as he picked up a bottle and brought it over to Bones. It was a spray bottle so all she had to to was pull the lever thing. With a cold smiled, while humming the inappropriate song for the moment, she squirted it in Bones’s eyes. His eyes became very red and swollen well gross.
Bones screamed in pain, his throat already raw, and moist, like it was bleeding something gross like that. Then a moment later everything went black, and he couldn't see. He was still conscious, just couldn't see.
Marcus smiled at what the acid did to Bones's eyes and then proceeded to spray it on his open wounds.
((So... On pause for a second, sorry :P I'm just trying to figure out a way from this to like... Bones being saved or whatever. Did you have a plan or something?))
((I figured once she had the babies maybe she just could sense through them that he wasn't dead or something. Or at some point when if she sees the body again she realizes something is off and that it's not actually him or something. ))
((Hmm... Maybe both?))
Eventually Emerson fell asleep on Callaghan's couch, and he slipped out from underneath her head, finding a blanket and pillow for her before heading upstairs to his own bed, wanting to put the craziness of the day behind him for a moment.
The next morning Emerson awoke in a panic, not remembering where she was until she heard Cal humming in the next room over, followed by the smell of food. She relaxed a bit, squirming to sit up with a sigh. She looked down at her stomach and frowned slightly, still feeling exhausted despite the sleep. She pushed herself to stand and waddled towards the sound of Cal's loud cooking, smiling as she sat down at a breakfast table. "Good morning," she greeted quietly, her voice hoarse from crying.
"Hey." Her older brother looked back with a careful smile before returning to the pan. He had already set the table she sat at for both of them, and soon sat down to serve their breakfasts. He asked after a moment, "When do you think they're due?" He still couldn't quite get over the shock of demon-angel hybrid babies.
Eventually Emerson fell asleep on Callaghan's couch, and he slipped out from underneath her head, finding a blanket and pillow for her before heading upstairs to his own bed, wanting to put the craziness of the day behind him for a moment.
The next morning Emerson awoke in a panic, not remembering where she was until she heard Cal humming in the next room over, followed by the smell of food. She relaxed a bit, squirming to sit up with a sigh. She looked down at her stomach and frowned slightly, still feeling exhausted despite the sleep. She pushed herself to stand and waddled towards the sound of Cal's loud cooking, smiling as she sat down at a breakfast table. "Good morning," she greeted quietly, her voice hoarse from crying.
"Hey." Her older brother looked back with a careful smile before returning to the pan. He had already set the table she sat at for both of them, and soon sat down to serve their breakfasts. He asked after a moment, "When do you think they're due?" He still couldn't quite get over the shock of demon-angel hybrid babies.
Marcus eventually grew bored and and put away his tools. "See ya again soon son" he said before walking out of the room and going back upstairs to his bedroom, where he had several hot female demons waiting for him. "Hey ladies" he said and walked over to the bed. "Let's get started, Daddy's had a long day" he said before pulling on in for a kiss.
"What are you doing here?" Emerson hissed, one hand on the wall behind her and the other over her stomach.
"Well." Malachi seemed to give a disappointed look. "We came for you and boy toy, but I've watched your bats, and this time seemed bad. I thought I would move in while the going was good for me." He sighed through his nose and softly place his hand beside hers on her stomach. "Truth be told, I would have preferred to move in before you were knocked up with someone else's kid, but we'll take care of it."
Emerson glared at him. "Who is we?"
"The rebels."
"What makes you think I'll just go with you?" Emerson demanded.
"Well, I'm all ready to take you by force, but I know you'll come. After all," Malachi leaned forward, his breath hot on her ear. "You're not a stupid bitch like one other might have said."